Chapter 1249: Intense

Chapter 1249: Intense

The other person remained silent, and Camille had no idea what they

were thinking.

Camille exerted force, pulling on the door handle, but the locked door

remained still. She looked around and saw no one nearby. Even if she

shouted at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her through the car,

right?

Camille took a deep breath and spoke again, "Who are you? Do you

want money? If you want money, I can give it to you. I just hope you

can let me go, okay?"

Camille's eyes were filled with pleading, her face showing a heavy

sense of fear.

At a moment when Camille felt helpless, the driver spoke, "Cami, it's

me."

He lowered his mask and took off his sunglasses.

Camille looked at the familiar face in front of her, her eyes filled with

obvious fear. She stared blankly at the person in front of her and said,

"Preston, what's the meaning of all this?"

As Camille called him by his name, Preston, the coldness on his face

became particularly evident. He squinted his eyes and looked at

Camille with a faint disdain. He said, "Cami, everything I did was

because you forced me to. It was you who didn't answer my calls, and

it was you who wanted to cut ties with me. Cami, we've known each

other for so many years, and I've been so good to you. Why would you

treat me so heartlessly? Are you willing to sacrifice our long-lasting

friendship for someone like Ayan?"

Preston's words were filled with anger and questioning, clearly

expressing his dissatisfaction with Camille's actions today.

He glared fiercely at Camille and said, "You think I've gone too far, don't

you? But Camille, what about you? Have you ever thought about me?

How much have I given up for you? How much have I sacrificed for

you? But what about you? Ayan is the only one in your eyes. Are you

willing to give up everyone who has been good to you for Ayan? Do you

have any empathy at all?"

Preston's words stunned Camille. She stared at him without blinking,

her eyes filled with an expression of disbelief. But the voice in her ears

seemed to be repeating, and she let out a cold smile. She said, "Are

you trying to morally blackmail me? Yes, you have indeed been very

good to me, and you have indeed done a lot for me. But have I never

done anything for you? You didn't hesitate to manipulate even me to

achieve your goals. Every time you did something, I told myself that I

had to tolerate it because of your kindness. But you kept getting worse

and worse. Even my own parents would have exhausted all their favors

by now.”

Camille was also losing control. At first, she didn't know who it was and

was genuinely terrified. But now that she knew it was Preston, she

wasn't as afraid anymore. Even if Preston wanted to retaliate against

her, she still held a glimmer of hope, thinking that he wouldn't go to

such extremes.

Camille didn't know if her thoughts were correct or not.

The two of them argued in the car, and Camille's phone started ringing.

Naturally, it was Ayan calling, probably to check on Camille's

whereabouts after their meeting. However, the phone was in Preston's

hand, so Camille could only watch it ring. Ayan noticed the caller ID and

let out a cold sneer, saying, "You see, you will never feel any sadness

for me, because your eyes only have Ayan. You're willing to sacrifice

everyone for Ayan."

Preston chuckled coldly, and with his words, the coldness on his face

became more and more apparent, completely overshadowing his entire

expression. It looked particularly eerie. He sneered, "You can give up

everything for Ayan, but have you ever considered what Ayan can do

for you? Can he do as much for you as I have? Do you want to find

out?"

Camille's eyes flickered with uncertainty, and she asked, "What are you

trying to do?"

Preston didn't answer, he simply hung up Ayan's call and handed

Camille a bottle of water, saying, "Drink it."

Camille hesitated for a moment, her face showing a cold expression.

She naturally didn't make a move or show any intention of reaching out.

Preston locked eyes with her and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Cami, I

don't want to lay a hand on you, so it's better if you drink it obediently.”

Camille stared blankly and said, "What you're doing is illegal.”

"Am I afraid of breaking the law? Compared to the Simpson family,

everything I've done is nothing. Do you think the Simpson family is

powerful in your eyes? Do you think they're the best people in this

world? But do you know what kind of people they really are? What have

they actually done?"

As Preston spoke about the Simpson family, his eyes turned

particularly cold, and his emotions were clearly getting more and more

agitated and out of control.

From his words, Camille caught a few key pieces of information.

She followed up, "What do you mean? What has the Simpson family

done?"

Preston didn't answer directly. He just sneered, laughed, and said,

"What have they done? What do you think? Not a single person in the

Simpson family is kind-hearted. Everything they do is just a facade,

Camille, don't think what you see is the truth.”

Camille fell silent because she felt that Preston was deliberately teasing

her curiosity by speaking this way. So she chose to stay silent.

But when Camille didn't respond, he became even more agitated. He

said, "Camille, cut ties with Ayan. After all, you're already divorced now.

If you want children, then take the child and leave. Let's go abroad

together, okay?"

Preston is acting like a lunatic, bringing up past topics again. Camille

realizes that she truly doesn't know this person anymore. Despite him

being right in front of her, he feels distant, as if there's a vast gap

between them.

Camille furrows her brow, determined not to provoke Preston at this

moment. She needs to stay calm and look for an opportunity. Since she

just ended Ayan's call, Ayan probably assumed she was close by and

didn't call again. However, Ayan is a person who values punctuality, so

if she doesn't show up on time, he will sense that something is wrong.

Camille takes a silent deep breath and looks at Preston with an

especially cold gaze. She says, "I don't understand what you're talking

about, and I don't know what misunderstanding you have with the

Simpson family. But over these years, with everything you've done, if

there has been a misunderstanding about the Simpson family, why

haven't you addressed it directly? Wouldn't that be better for

everyone?"

"Why should I say it? Camille, don't try to pry information out of me. Let

me tell you the truth. I'm prepared to go down together with the

Simpson family. I want to take you away and make Ayan choose

between you and the Simpson Group."

Preston's sinister laughter fills the air, his face radiating a chilling aura.

He squints his eyes at Camille and says, "So be a good girl and drink

this. You wouldn't want me to get rough with you, would you?"

His words are filled with threats.

Camille stares at him blankly, trying to figure out how to persuade him

to spare her, but she can't come up with any solutions. The more

desperate she becomes, the harder it is for her to stay calm.

Camille feels extremely uneasy, and this uneasiness intensifies her

fear. She tightly clasps her hands together, her face filled with dread.

She looks at Preston and says, "If I don't drink it, are you planning to

force it down my throat?"

Preston lowers his head, seemingly lost in thought. He doesn't

immediately answer the question, his expression remaining cold.

The two lock eyes, nearly half a minute passing in this tense silence

until Preston finally speaks. "It's a sleeping pill. I want to take you away

from here, so I hope you cooperate a little. I know you don't want to

leave Timmy behind, so I'll take Timmy with us as well, okay?"

Hearing Preston mention Timmy's name, Camille can't remain calm.

She glares at Preston with anger in her eyes and says, "Preston, what's

the point of doing all this? I'm already married and have a child. I don't

believe you love me so much that it has to be me and no one else. After

all, your feelings for me aren't that deep, are they? If that's the case,

why go to such extremes?"